Longing

Longing isn’t just

missing someone

It’s remembering

with your whole body

A kind of ache

that doesn’t ask

to be healed

only carried

For longing

lives in the bones

and in the breath

between words

In the silence

where their voice

used to echo

It’s not about

forgetting or fixing—

it’s about honoring

what once was

by carrying it gently

through what still is

It is an ache

that becomes part

of our rhythm

For since you

touched my life

I can never more

be the same

And I long

for more